Friday, September 30, 2016

I have just finished this painting of the three tawny owl chicks that visit my garden bird table with their parents every night.

Click on the video to watch a video of how I painted it from the very first brushstrokes to the finished painting.

Tawny owls have been bringing their young to feed at my garden bird table for some 10 years now and I regularly pull up a chair in the evenings to enjoy the show as they all swoop down in front of my living room window. I've had up to 10 at once balancing on a branch outside the window in the past and it really is a spectacular sight.

My bird table is unusual in that it caters for birds of prey,
in particular kestrels and tawny owls, alongside the seed-eating birds you are
more likely to see in most people’s gardens.

This summer I invited a camera crew from TV's The One Show to see how friendly tree sparrows like this make way for heavyweight falcons like kestrels and barn owls at mealtimes.

Kestrels and owls mainly eat rodents, but they will take a
garden bird, especially a young one, if the opportunity arises. Thankfully the
ones that visit my garden know that I have left food for them and so they don’t
bother.

These predatory dinner guests make for an edgy atmosphere around the garden table. But it works and
I get to enjoy spectacular sightings of a great variety of birds for my
paintings.Watch this robin below. It is literally a few feet away from the kestrel.

This unorthodox dining event began one bitterly cold winter when I spotted a young male
kestrel hunting from my kitchen window. He wasn't having much luck and I soon got worried about his chances of surviving the cold.

I decided to do what I could to help so I caught a mouse in a
trap and put it out on my bird table. By the end of the day the mouse had gone. So the next day I popped another mouse out on the table. Again it disappeared. The kestrel soon became a regular visitor, sometimes arriving
up to four times a day and it wasn’t long before I couldn’t catch enough mice
for him.

I discovered it was possible to buy dead day old chicks, cockerels that are a by-product of the hen
laying industry, so I decided to order some in. I also found myself picking up road-kill rabbit and pheasant to give to the kestrel. In this way I helped this kestrel survive the winter. The following spring he brought a girlfriend along to share this regular food supply and I was absolutely delighted when they nested nearby.

The kestrel became so tame that I could whistle as I put the
food out for him and he would have taken it before I got back to the
house. I took to tying the food onto a branch so that he stayed for long enough
for me to get my camera out!

Before long I was ordering chicks by the 1000s to feed the kestrel’s expanding family, as well as a pair of tawny owls that had cottoned on to the evening service I was providing. During the late summer months the tawny owls began to bring their chicks to the table.

Although this brought fantastic photographic opportunities, it also became a logistical challenge.

Not only did I need to ensure I had enough ingredients to keep up with their ever-expanding menus, I also needed to timetable the arrival times of my avian guests to avoid any serious consequences of a clash between predator and prey.

Feeding the kestrel soon became an established part of my routine and when I was away staff in my gallery took on the job – some of them donning marigolds before they picked up the dead chicks. Before long I was ordering chicks by the 1000s and feeding barn owls and tawny owls as well.

More than 60 species of garden birds visit my table over the
course of a day and I begin each day by filling up the bird feeders and hanging
fat bars. I usually serve a cocktail of wild bird seeds, which includes nyjer
seeds for the goldfinches, peanuts for the blue tits, and sunflower hearts for
greenfinches, tree sparrows and blue tits, and fat bars for woodpeckers and
robins. I also sprinkle mealworms into a dish for dunnocks and wrens.

At mid-morning it's time for the kestrel’s breakfast: three
dead chicks tied to the branch just above the dining table. Then at lunchtime
another three dead chicks and another three at teatime. As the kestrel approaches, my other,
seeding eating, dinner guests flit into surrounding tree cover and wait until
it has gone before daring to resume their meals. Shortly before dusk, I cater for my nocturnal visitors,
tying more chicks or mice to the same branches that the kestrel uses. At the peak of the breeding season this year I was
supporting a kestrel family and a tawny pair with seven chicks. I was putting
out an average of 30 to 40 chicks a day.

Look out for the story of my bird table on BBC1s The One Show this month. I will be posting news of its screening on my Facebook page. Search for Robert E Fuller.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Very excited to announce that this week I won a prize in the highly esteemed 2016 British Wildlife Photography Awards for a series of photographs I took of weasels in my garden.

The four pictures, which follow a weasel family from the the first flowers of spring to late winter snows, won the British Seasons category and go on show in a travelling exhibition that opened on Monday at the Mall Galleries in London.

I've only just returned from opening night where I got to meet and admire the incredible work submitted by the other contestants.

The judges told me that they chose my pictures because it is so rare for anyone to get close up shots of weasels in the wild.

Weasels are so small and lithe that it is very difficult to see more than a fleeting glimpse of them in the wild and very few close up portraits exist. Yet I took these in my own garden:

Spring: Most of the action took place outside my kitchen where I
could photograph it through the window. The female cached its rodents in a
mouse hole under a blossoming mound of pink saxifrage. Moments before I took
the photograph she had been carrying a wood mouse to her nesting chamber when
the male appeared. At nearly double her weight, she was rightly very wary of
him and so she dropped her catch and watched him intently, pausing just long
enough for me to photograph her against the bloom.

Summer: Here the female is carrying one of her kits to a new
location. The kits were just 17 days old and she carried them one by one with
such a delicate grasp it was a touching to see. I had been watching her via a
camera hidden inside her nest and as soon as I saw her start to pick up the
kits I rushed to my camera to capture this rare moment. The photograph shows
her struggle as she keeps a wary eye out for danger whilst manoeuvring this kit
through the entrance hole to a new location.

Autumn: This
photo is of one of the male kits in his first autumn. I took it just as he
popped his head up through a pile of roots and leaves. Underneath the roots I
had placed a feeding box. The kit was almost fully grown. Unfortunately its
mother had been predated by a stoat. But luckily weasels mature fast and it was
already fending for itself and took up the territory in my garden.

Winter: This photograph was taken from my kitchen window on a cold
January day. I normally head outside as soon as it snows to capture wildlife
against a white backdrop. But this year I was so absorbed with photographing
the male weasel’s first winter I stayed at home, my eyes ever trained on my
weasel surveillance screens and the windows looking out onto the weasel’s
territory. I was struck by how pristine the tiny predator looked against the
white. It was as though he had dressed for the occasion. His whiskers were
perfectly symmetrical, his bib as clean as the surrounding snow.

My winning shots go on show in my gallery in Thixendale from this week and this beautiful book, see below, featuring all of this year's BWPA winners can be purchased online by following this link to my website.

A sleek coffee table edition, it measures 27cm x 27cm and costs £25.

The story of how I got up close to these elusive predators was also featured this year on BBC's Springwatch. You can read the background to the tale of how I got close enough to a family of weasels to paint them by clicking here and, for all the latest on the weasels in the garden, click here.